Shock factor
God tells us not to live of the world while we live in it, but sometimes it might be helpful to brush up against the world to remember what we're dealing with when we are safe in our homes, reading our Bibles quietly, planning a nice dinner and meeting our friends for coffee.
And I am not talking about what we watch on TV.
Although the scene I am about to describe most of us have seen played out on the tube before.
So last Saturday morning, early, right before 8, G and I were at Rock Island (part of Cross & Crown mission) to pick up some kids to go to baseball camp that my nephew, Chaney, did a fantastic job organizing.
We were waiting for some more kids to come. Chandy was in the van and I was sort of in the street talking to her. (One of us better blog about the baseball camp soon, because it was such a super great HOT day. I am working on a little slideshow to show off my 250 pictures that I took).
As we chatted, a little old SUV drove right by me. I was all neighborly and waved and smiled. "Hey!"
Then it's like my brain went into reverse and replayed the seconds right before that vehicle drove by me (just like on TV).
Didn't he just stop and pick her up down the block?
Are they?
Is that?
For real?
I looked at Chandy with my "are they doing what I think they are doing" look.
Yep.
The girl looked to be introducing herself to him, but she already looked pretty strung out ... a requirement for her line of work. The guy was looking straight ahead.
This is the kind of thing that stops me in my tracks, every time. I just wanted to cry out to God (which I silently did) and go grab that girl. I never do that though.
Giles didn't observe any of this, I don't think. He was bonding with the Rock Island kids in the back of the mission van. Doesn't matter though. He's seen it already. One time, a girl in that same line of work FLASHED our van as we drove by one Sunday morning after we picked up someone for church.
Shocking! Yes. Good grief. We were going to CHURCH ... we were all clean and ready to go worship God. She shouldn't have been flashing us, or trying to score a job on Sunday morning. Geez.
Love her for flashing the minivan. She knew it was full of a bunch of hypocrites.
Posted in: on Tuesday, July 29, 2008 at at 8:01 AM
